In the End

Here is a simple song

I hope that you don't take it wrong

Hello rainy day let's see what you can wash away

No more blues on a Sunday

You sleep quiet in your room

I'll be writing these words just for the sake of you

Listen to the howling wind

Smell the street it's back again

Fall is here and I'm so glad that nothing is permanent

In the end all that we have are memories

that we like to hold

Let's not take this for granted

Everything is growing old

In the end all that we have are memories

that we like to hold

Let's not take it for granted

Everything is growing old